(c) ep robles 2013
When we first
open the book
of life —
tis a mystery novel
and looking back
after time —
a catalogue of memories
:: 02-14-2014 ::
Monthly Archives: February 2014
THE MORPHOUS BOOK
IS FOR THE CRAZY
(c) ep robles 2012
is for the crazy people
always jumping away
fearful kittens scratching
my-sharp sword for slicing
butter on cold days
and who cares
the ticket meter is full
avocado sliced
bleeding incredible red
and the next flag to fall —
is false like the words
out of that district
…the legal criminals
— you know
look in your wallet
see?
so cry me a tear
then shut it up
— superglue it
no time for fearful twits
grow a brain and grab
your socks —
mother [nature baby]
is pissed
freeze
burn
trans-
for
nation
:: 02-14-2014 ::
WALK-IN
(C) ep robles 2012
IN a dream there I went
at first thought —
i must awake surely now
for i found myself inside
another skin
curiously i watched
as a mouse in a corner
imperative do no harm
then revolt consumed
decency for i knew
just a parasite i was
great haste leaving —
i left the scene
and awoke as a criminal
:: 02-14-2014 ::
CONSIDER THIS
(c) ep robles 2013
in my sane sanitarium bees gathering
o’er some ocean skinless creature
a burrow knee deep but vastly so
i sometime gather some piece or bits
this — an hour glass shaped thought
finely falling nexus-falls between me
why surreal-lie squashing all i do
and darkness — what of it
:: 02-13-2014 ::
SO BECAME
(c) ep robles 2012
so became my friend who offered my life
beneath the shade of elephant eye
the brownest emotion of nature’s side
sahara knew me very well — she feels
baking the skin of back from olive
to black i love her fields
two nights before the feather fell
the light accord
my fair-weather dear
tonight i run to fetch my meal
quickly-swiftly upon death’s heel
:: 02-13-2014 ::
THE LAUNDRY LIST
(c) ep robles 2013
never awaken
me-sleepy self
for i have taken
a dreamy trip
a laundry list
i took with me
to shop a day
at life’s
other store —
it’s over-there
:: 02-13-2014 ::
SO SILLY ME
(c) ep robles 2012
WHAT loneliness
my mind asked
my heart replied
yes it did —
a giggle-snort
yes we are
like pea in pod
relationships sail
on damanged good
and golden compass
we have a-me
and me is good
:: 02-13-2014 ::
DREAMING LIFE
(c) ep robles 2012
i caught myself
dreaming myself
streaming lines
disjointed fairy tales
a seam i tripped
and pulled it back
and saw my self
dreaming life
:: 02-13-2014 ::
THE POOR BEGGAR
(c) ep robles 2013
THE poor beggar called loneliness
no worse have I see —
tattered clothes and holes for sock
and outstretched arms —
not for money
but for love
:: 02-13-2014 ::
WEAKER SOULS
weathered heart sun bleach
bloodstained dreams sing
tender notes ivory be
of memories past time
and longing be strained
such power still remain
but less than i wish
what gave strenght
my love to death
i fear it the most
be strong this life
and live this dream
that breath in us
a gulf that keeps
our dreams at bay
awaits weaker souls
:: 02-12-2014 ::
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